Luyện nghe bài hát Buckets Of Silence

Had I then what I know now
Had I thought now I knew then..
I might be human
all the little stupid fix-ins
As I fix sins and vixens souls
Stitch clothes for the characters play then switch roles
Nail me to the dress
The cloth costs less
I'd less
if I still had your soft breasts to my head on
Since you've been
I recalled my issues with problems and
but I exactly remember the model or make
Now glass bottles break in my grip
I'm about to take the quick exit and end this head trip
My bed is stripped of its blankets, comforters, and sheets,
but I might have to peel off all my skin to remove your scent in to sleep

I had my and lows
on top, I let you peek out over my nose
Sitting on my shoulders and I if I had a backbone,
you might be here
My is filthy..
from my lows when you weren't there. But to keep from guilty
I the dirt...Kept it piling up
Now Mr Nothing saves his tears inside of a cup
and he drinks. And he forgets that an asshole
Jealous of his ghosts and doubts that he even has a

My secret pleasures have my inner demons
I'm a writer for the horrorcore lyrics my personal mosters sing

I'm in a strangers tub..
with all my on...shivering...considering the dangers of love.

They get half of what I have to give...IF
It's all about the packaging. distracted by the gift rap.

Predictable. to manipulate
They're foreshadow puppets and I'm waiting for their to break.

The pillars that held up my halfway house have been taken out.
I'm in my last days now. There's a change soon.
I want to crawl back into my mother's womb
I a comfort zone,
But I need to find another home
To my own...and always return to
and I it to be you

I sit and stare, zone out, a lot and never sleep,
creating memories to remember and then I to eat.

Went to the street you to live on, staring at the bedroom window of your old home
puppy eyes...waiting for God to throw me a bone.

I'd settle for one more goodbye kiss I settle for less
I'm unsettled at best. Sulking abandoning settlements
Insulting my intelligence...conversing with baby talk
Playing with mind games. Rehearsing playful thought.

Its the way we fought that made my blood bubble then cold,
when you me walk through rain and mud puddles down a dirt road.
it me so messy
me..

not

I've got mud to sling...

Shot.